No Rings on My Finger, No Bells on My Toes.

Goodbye Gal’s Thoughts…

I’ve always enjoyed being spoiled, so when I decided (yes, it was me who decided) Ex and I were getting married I showed him the exact ring wanted and that exact ring is what I got!

We’d been living together for a few years, he was fully adopted in my family, and I to his. We both had good careers ahead of us & health benefits suitable for starting a family. It seemed like the natural progression of the happy lie that was our relationship. I convinced myself we could have a Happy Ever After and things could change. I was still trying back then.

The rings started coming off more frequently about a year ago. Thee year prior to that was when I decided to give it one last chance, but then I started to fear waking up one day resenting not only myself, but also my husband, for getting “comfortable” and to a point of settling. I haven’t been genuinely happy in a long time. I love to laugh and smile and at times I am able to exercise a bit of it, occasionally forced, but it’s not enough. This life is currently not enough.

Why would a man want to live with a woman who is not happy? It’s often unpleasant and tension occurs causing stress and irritation for both parties. No Thank You. This is not what I dreamed my life would be on any of those sunny afternoons playing in the yard with my doll house.

The rings has no value to me. It was all a charade.

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